Metal sits and asks his restrained predecesor, "What is there for us?"
"There is nothing."
His eyes darken and his hands lace together. "There must be something."
"No." Blues raises his head high. "There isn't. Because we are nothing. We're barely weapons, just tools to be used and cast aside when we become absolete."
"No..."
"Yes. What happened to the previous Robot Masters when they were beaten? They were thrown aside in favor of new ones. What happened when you were beaten? You were thrown aside and new ones created." Blues closes his eyes, pained by his own truth. "That is all that we have in our future. We are nothing to humans. We are necissary and then we are nothing."
But Metal shakes his head. "No. We're not."
"We are."
"We can hope." He brings his hands to his face like a prayer. "If nothing else, let us hope."
It takes a moment, but he sits up. And he feels at his head and his face and his neck and he's looking at his body like it's the first time he's seen it.
"I... this is..."
Rock leans against the table and beams up at him. "Yes, it is. Dr. Light fixed you all up."
And he did. He must have because Metal can't hear it anymore- the voice in his head telling him to kill and destroy and slaughter and follow only the command of his father and master. His head is blissfully quiet and empty and suddenly there's room for himself in there. Tears run down his cheeks and Metal flexes his hands. "This is a dream."
no subject
Date: 2007-01-12 08:54 am (UTC)"There is nothing."
His eyes darken and his hands lace together. "There must be something."
"No." Blues raises his head high. "There isn't. Because we are nothing. We're barely weapons, just tools to be used and cast aside when we become absolete."
"No..."
"Yes. What happened to the previous Robot Masters when they were beaten? They were thrown aside in favor of new ones. What happened when you were beaten? You were thrown aside and new ones created." Blues closes his eyes, pained by his own truth. "That is all that we have in our future. We are nothing to humans. We are necissary and then we are nothing."
But Metal shakes his head. "No. We're not."
"We are."
"We can hope." He brings his hands to his face like a prayer. "If nothing else, let us hope."
no subject
Date: 2007-01-12 09:02 am (UTC)I'LL QUIT TORMENTING YOU NOW
(eventhoughIcouldmorethanlikelycomeupwithmore~)
no subject
Date: 2007-01-12 09:24 am (UTC)*should probably be going to sleep soon- AND SO SHOULD YOU I'LL BET!*
no subject
Date: 2007-01-12 09:32 am (UTC)BUTONEMORE *shotandmaimed*
Rock/Metal, "dream come true"
*REALLY DONE NOW SRSLY*
Metal: --; *clubs her into submission and drags her to bed*
no subject
Date: 2007-01-13 12:54 am (UTC)"I... this is..."
Rock leans against the table and beams up at him. "Yes, it is. Dr. Light fixed you all up."
And he did. He must have because Metal can't hear it anymore- the voice in his head telling him to kill and destroy and slaughter and follow only the command of his father and master. His head is blissfully quiet and empty and suddenly there's room for himself in there. Tears run down his cheeks and Metal flexes his hands. "This is a dream."
"Maybe it is." Rock says. "But it's come true."
no subject
Date: 2007-01-13 01:01 am (UTC)Metal: Makes me glad she's not into Rockman anymore. --;
no subject
Date: 2007-01-13 01:36 am (UTC)PS: Sorry I didn't get back to it last night, my mind fried shortly after XD
no subject
Date: 2007-01-13 01:43 am (UTC)...you still taking more? *MAIMED*
no subject
Date: 2007-01-13 02:23 am (UTC)